In The Middle of Our Street [Chuck/Adam]
Title: In The Middle of Our Street
Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Chuck Shurley/Adam Milligan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, Bottom!Chuck, brief underage relationship (seventeen's not bad, don't look at me like that).
Words: 3,500
Summary: After a day of unpacking their belongings into their brand new house, that carpet in front of the fireplace is looking real good.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.
Notes: So, I don't know how theinsaneeraser's prompt of 'Adam and Chuck get a new house... with a fire place and a nice rug infront of it. They plan to break it in' translated in my mind as; 'Adam and Chuck fuck. They fuck a lot.' But hey, who's complaining?
Chuck sighed deeply as he let himself sink to the floor, feeling the tension of the day throb through his bones. He hoped he was just out of shape, and that the ache in his back had nothing to do with the fact that he was thirty-five, because while mid-thirties wasn't old by a long shot, it felt like a hundred to someone who woke up next to the flawless face of a nineteen year-old every day.
"You okay?" Adam questioned softly from somewhere behind him, footsteps growing louder as he neared, before muting completely as he made his way onto the carpet Chuck was sitting on.
"Mmm, yeah," Chuck confirmed, stretching one leg out to push at an unpacked box of junk that they had apparently decided to leave in the middle of the room. For the time being, at least. There was still a lot of unpacking to do, things to be moved, brought in and brought out. But for now, just for now, all Chuck wanted was to sit and relax with the man he called his boyfriend. That was, after all, the reason they were finding themselves in this situation anyhow.
Adam had been no more than seventeen years old when they met; all innocence and curiousness and... and a birth certificate that basically said 'HANDS OFF', as far as Chuck was concerned. Adam had been mature far beyond his age at the time, and once it became apparent that there was something more than a cashier/guy-who-needed-a-lot-of-coffee relationship between them, it'd been Adam who'd taken the first jump.
"You don't have any Sumatran coffees here, do you?" Chuck chanced, not sure why, even. He'd been ordering the same coffee from the same guy at the same time for six months straight. It wasn't like it was a strict routine or anything, Chuck was more than willing to change any part of it. Well... all but one.
"Uh, no, no we don't," Adam shook his head, shrugging as Chuck sighed softly. "But... but I know a good place that does," he suggested, voice lifting at the end, as if he wasn't making a statement, but asking a question. "I get off work at ten."
Chuck smiled softly as he let Adam push and pull at him, settling behind him with his legs spread around Chuck's hips, as Chuck leaned in to press his back against Adam's chest.
"You tired already, old man?" Adam prodded softly, wrapping one arm around Chuck's waist, as the other hand ran smoothly through Chuck's hair.
"'M not old," Chuck insisted, lips tugging into a smirk, despite himself. "And maybe I wouldn't be tired if someone had actually spent more time helping, and less time playing with the neighbor's dog," he accused playfully, earning a tight squeeze around his waist.
"It was a puppy, Chuck," Adam explained, as if that made it clear and obvious.
Chuck laughed softly as he leaned heavily against Adam's chest, feeling his boyfriend's hand slip up under his shirt, and along his stomach.
It was a familiar, comforting feeling by now. Chuck trusted Adam, and he knew that that trust ran both ways. They'd fallen in love, and with love had come, well... everything that comes with it. But it hadn't always been so easy. Not at first.
Chuck's back arched up off the couch, pressing into Adam's body as Adam leaned down to meet him halfway. His mouth tasted sweet, like the watermelon bubble gum he'd never leave the house without, and Chuck swallowed the taste as his tongue made it's way over Adam's lips.
"Wait," Chuck warned, turning his head away from Adam's, feeling a rush of lust run through him as Adam's mouth went to work on his neck, kissing, licking and biting softly at his throat, a turn-on Chuck had never really known he'd had until now.
"Mmm, why?" Adam questioned roughly, hands running down Chuck's sides, pinning him to the couch, before slipping down over Chuck's belt.
"No, Adam, no," Chuck insisted, moving to shift himself out from under Adam's weight.
"Whoa, hey," Adam's arms flew out to rest on the cushions at Chuck's sides, trapping him under him as he looked down at him with concern in his eyes. "Why, what... I thought you..."
"I..." Chuck swallowed deeply as he studied Adam's face, seeing too many negative emotions all balling into one heavy mask of hurt. "You're seventeen, Adam, that's... that's illegal," Chuck explained, letting the words come out as a physical hurdle between them. They'd talked about it before, and Chuck knew that as far as they were concerned, Adam was thirty years old, trapped in the (admittedly tempting) body of a seventeen year-old. He knew that they were getting serious, and that more likely than not, some day, maybe soon, they'd find themselves in this same situation, without putting up any stop signs. But none of that helped Chuck swallow the fear of feeling like the man who'd corrupted the boy who'd admittedly never been touched in his life.
"Your hands are cold," Chuck mused softly, melting into Adam's touch anyhow, as the really not-so-cold hand moved up his chest.
"Complaining?" Adam asked teasingly, running his fingers over Chuck's skin, hitting all the right places in the process.
"Mmm," Chuck smiled as he turned his head, catching Adam's mouth in a kiss. "Not at all," he insisted, letting his own hand run down the length of Adam's thigh, feeling his jeans warm under his palm.
Adam pulled Chuck tighter, shifting them closer, if that were even at all possible. It wasn't long before Adam was pulling at Chuck's shirt, tugging it up over his head, before letting it fall to the cushions of the couch that Adam was leaning against.
Chuck was grateful for the flames he'd sparked up in the fireplace in front of them, until he realized that they weren't even needed. Adam's warmth covered him entirely, as he wrapped both arms around him now, swallowing him up in an undeniable envelope of friendship, love and the thing Chuck had stopped fighting long ago... lust.
Chuck blinked against the light of the streetlamps, as he opened his front door, effectively silencing the constant knocking he'd had to drag himself out of bed for.
"Baby, what are you doing he--"
Adam stepped into the house immediately, pulling off his jacket in one quick and fluid motion, before pushing the door shut behind him.
Chuck stumbled backward, still balancing on the fine line between being awake and asleep, as Adam's body was on his within seconds.
"Mmm," Chuck moaned softly, a reaction of surprise mixed with unexpected desire. "Adam, how--"
"You look so damn good right now," Adam confessed roughly, eyes dark and questioning, as he pushed Chuck backwards through the house, hands on Chuck's hips, lips on his mouth, before Chuck felt his legs hit the edge of the couch.
"Whoa, Adam, what... what time is it?" Chuck mumbled the question around Adam's mouth, feeling his breath hitch as a hand made it's way over the front of his boxers, rubbing heavily at his still sleep-hardened cock.
"Midnight, Chuck," Adam answered darkly, wrapping the words in a tone that was dripping with an implication that Chuck didn't grasp.
"But, ah," Chuck's argument died as Adam pushed him down on the couch, laying over him, as he slipped his hand into the front of his boxers, wrapping around him tightly, long, slow strokes feeling like the outcome of every dirty fantasy Chuck had ever hoped for since he was fourteen.
"A-Adam, please, s-stop," Chuck forced himself to grind out the words, wincing as his hips involuntarily bucked up into Adam's hand. "I really can't--"
"Midnight, Chuck," Adam reminded, stopping to pull his own shirt up over his head, exposing an expanse of perfect skin that Chuck had been dreaming about touching for months. "My birthday," he explained finally, snapping Chuck's mind out of his sleep-induced stupidity.
"Fuck," Chuck stuttered, exhaling deeply as he realized what that meant.
"Eighteen is legal, baby," Adam reminded playfully, hooking his fingers into the waist of Chuck's boxers, dragging them over his hips as he licked his lips in a way that was downright obscene. "I want your hands on me."
"What are you doing?" Chuck laughed playfully, flinching away from Adam's teasing touches and kisses, which were tickling over his skin in a way that was making him squirm.
"Lovin' you," Adam answered simply, grinning brightly as Chuck tried to worm his way out of Adam's increasingly ticklish grasp. "Hey now," Adam warned, shifting suddenly to press Chuck flat against the carpet. "Not done with you yet," he lilted darkly, spreading Chuck's legs as he leaned between them, pressing a soft, slow kiss to Chuck's lips.
"What did you have in mind?" Chuck pressed, biting at his lower lip as Adam's hands wrapped around his wrists, pinning them against the floor above his head.
"New house, Chuck," Adam answered simply, shrugging almost carelessly before letting his eyes wash black with lust. "Gotta break it in."
"Welcome to Citesca, what can I... get... hey," Adam's words rambled off into a grin, as his eyes met Chuck's over the counter of the coffee shop.
"Good morning," Chuck greeted softly, words far too serious for their own good, despite the fact that he'd already said them as Adam slipped out of his bedroom earlier that day. "When's your break?" He asked point-blank, not bothering to hide the implications he let slip through with it.
Adam blushed slightly as he huffed in amusement, eyes going wide as he let them track the way Chuck was licking his lips. "Fourteen minutes," Adam answered finally, blushing even deeper now. "You know... ish," he added playfully, realizing too late that he sounded a little more than eager.
Chuck nodded slowly as he let his eyes wander over Adam's chest, which looked broader and stronger than it ever had before. And while Chuck had never really been an overly sexual person, since Adam's eighteenth birthday six days ago, he was sure his dick had been perpetually hard. Except, of course, for the few minutes of rest it got during the post-orgasmic bliss, after Chuck had gotten off in Adam's mouth.
"Well then," He started finally, lowering his voice as he leaned over the counter just slightly. "In fourteen minutes, I wanna see you out in the parking lot, making your way to my car as fast as you possibly can," he instructed seriously, feeling his heart rate pick up as Adam bit at his lower lip, making it red and swollen and wet and shiny and... fourteen minutes was a long goddamn time.
Chuck's breath hitched on a moan, as Adam's hands worked over Chuck's now naked body, mapping trails over his chest, down his sides, and one teasing, barely-there path along the stiffened shaft of his cock.
"Still tired?" Adam asked playfully, with a serious tone hiding just underneath. And Chuck knew it was an actual question, and that if he were to say yes, Adam would easily back off and bring him to bed, but... as sore as Chuck was, he could never say no to Adam's face.
"Never for you," Chuck answered honestly, spreading his legs wider as Adam's hand slid down between them, rubbing teasingly over his hole. "Tired of waiting for you to do something, though," he added smugly, feeling his face fall immediately as Adam's fingers spread him open, not pushing in, but just exposing him entirely.
"What do you want me to do, then, Chuck?" Adam asked distractedly, clearly already having a plan in mind anyhow, as he slid down Chuck's body, leaving soft, warm kisses down his skin, before pressing his mouth to the spot where Chuck was wide open for him.
"Ah, yes," Chuck moaned out his approval, wondering which god he'd pleased to deserve Adam's tounge up his ass for the first time in what was at least six full months.
Adam licked slowly as Chuck let his legs fall further apart, making more room for Adam to work with in the process of making him crumble to pieces.
"You like that?" Adam asked playfully, moving up Chuck's body as his hand replaced the warmth of his mouth.
"Mmm, fuck," Chuck growled out by way of reply, pressing his hips down against Adam's hand, praying he wouldn't make him verbally ask for more.
"God, you look so hot right now," Adam mused slowly, eyes raking over Chuck's body in a way that almost distracted Chuck of the way Adam was pressing one finger slowly inside of him.
Chuck let his eyes slip shut as he focused on the feeling, legs tensing slightly as Adam pressed a second finger inside him, reminding Chuck that the middle of their new living room floor was not their bedroom, and the coffee table was evidently not stocked with lube.
He had every intention of saying as much, opening his eyes to find that Adam was already a full step ahead of him.
"What?" Chuck laughed incredulously, questioning the bottle of lube that Adam was snapping open with one hand.
"Didn't you wonder why I left that box there?" Adam asked, tilting his head toward the box in question.
Chuck took a breath to reply, finding it caught wordlessly in his throat, as Adam let the cool lotion spill over Chuck's ass, coating Adam's fingers, and suddenly, two fingers wasn't enough anymore.
"Give me more, Adam," Chuck pleaded roughly, pulling Adam down over him into a kiss. Adam complied easily, slipping a third, and soon after, fourth finger inside him.
Chuck moaned deeply, feeling himself stretch wide and desperate, as Adam lost control, fucking Chuck hard and fast with his slicked up hand.
"Fuck, Adam," Chuck bucked his hips against Adam's hand, feeling his cock swell painfully hard between them. Adam took notice, and apparently, he liked it.
Chuck swallowed hard as Adam's mouth slid down over his cock, sucking him down as his fingers continued to thrust into his ass. It was almost too much, almost, but not quite, as Chuck felt himself falling quickly toward the edge.
"Please, A-Adam, I need--"
"I got you, baby," Adam drawled out playfully, voice dripping with the promise of filth and lust, as he sat up on his knees, between Chuck's legs.
Chuck watched with a low level of patience, as Adam fumbled one-handedly with his own belt for a minute, before pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock was stiff and swollen, sending a rush of heat through Chuck's body, as he watched Adam fumble with a condom.
"Just--" Chuck writhed against Adam's hand, needing something, anything, everything, until finally; he got it.
"You're so desperate, aren't you?" Adam asked softly, leaning over Chuck's body, as he pressed a kiss to his jaw. Chuck wanted to deny it, until he felt the head of Adam's cock press just above the spot where his fingers were still deep inside him. "Tell me what you want, baby," Adam lilted teasingly, words low in Chuck's ear, as he flexed his fingers inside him.
"Adam," Chuck growled low in his throat, hands scratching over Adam's back, as he tried to arch up into him.
"Tell me, Chuck," Adam insisted again, eyes blackened with lust, as Chuck whimpered under the pressure of needing to be fucked.
"I need it, Adam," Chuck warned, voice taking on a whining, desperate edge.
"Tell me!"
"I need you to fuck me, Adam!" Chuck cried out finally, writhing against the floor as he spread his legs further, willing Adam to slip inside. "Please, please, Adam, I need it," he begged shamelessly, words coming out on a sob.
"What do you need, huh?" Adam pressed, spreading his fingers in Chuck's ass as he did. "You want my cock?"
"Fuck yes, please, please Adam," Chuck broke entirely, sure there was nothing he was above begging for at this point.
Adam didn't take advantage of that for much longer, though, and Chuck inhaled sharply as he felt Adam's fingers be replaced with hard, throbbing cock.
"Are... are you sure you want t--"
"Chuck," Adam's voice was low and serious, shaking slightly on his trembling breath. "I'm ready for this," he insisted again, spreading one warm hand over the side of Chuck's face, as the other ran lightly down the heated flesh of his back.
"I know, but... but you don't have to do this for me, you know. I can wait a while longer, I swear I'm--"
"It's... it's taking my virginity, Chuck, not defusing a bomb, just... just relax, please," Adam requested softly, eyes pleading in a way that Chuck knew was about to break him.
"I just don't want you to think that I expect this from you, or tha--"
"Chuck," Adam growled again, bordering on threatening this time. "I... the... the whole point of holding out on giving it up is making sure that you've got the right person, isn't it? And I just... it's going to be you, Chuck. There's no doubt about that. Right now or a year from now, doesn't make any difference to either of us, so... so, really, do you want to wait a year when we can do this right now?"
Chuck felt a steady heat burn low in his body, as Adam pushed into him, harder each time. It was quick and rough and on the edge of painful. It was a throbbing, raw flame that Chuck couldn't get enough of, as Adam's skin became slicked with sweat, while Chuck's hands ran over it.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Adam sobbed out the words, sounding desperate and broken and for all the world like this was a fuck.
But no matter what it felt like, no matter what they said, Chuck knew that in a moment...
"I love you, Chuck," Adam panted against his neck. "So goddamn much."
Chuck closed his eyes as he took a sharp breath, feeling his entire body tense in warning, before he was coming dizzyingly hard between their bodies.
Adam followed closely, as he always did, biting at Chuck's shoulder as he pushed deep into him for one final time.
The moment was almost confusingly still after that, like walking on pavement after jumping on a trampoline, and Chuck struggled to steady his breathing as Adam did the same.
"I love you too, Adam," Chuck confirmed finally, words trembling on a breath that wasn't quite pulling in enough oxygen. He wanted to say it again, and again, and maybe once more, but there was no rush, he knew, because this was their house now.
-End?-
Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Chuck Shurley/Adam Milligan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, Bottom!Chuck, brief underage relationship (seventeen's not bad, don't look at me like that).
Words: 3,500
Summary: After a day of unpacking their belongings into their brand new house, that carpet in front of the fireplace is looking real good.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.
Notes: So, I don't know how theinsaneeraser's prompt of 'Adam and Chuck get a new house... with a fire place and a nice rug infront of it. They plan to break it in' translated in my mind as; 'Adam and Chuck fuck. They fuck a lot.' But hey, who's complaining?
Chuck sighed deeply as he let himself sink to the floor, feeling the tension of the day throb through his bones. He hoped he was just out of shape, and that the ache in his back had nothing to do with the fact that he was thirty-five, because while mid-thirties wasn't old by a long shot, it felt like a hundred to someone who woke up next to the flawless face of a nineteen year-old every day.
"You okay?" Adam questioned softly from somewhere behind him, footsteps growing louder as he neared, before muting completely as he made his way onto the carpet Chuck was sitting on.
"Mmm, yeah," Chuck confirmed, stretching one leg out to push at an unpacked box of junk that they had apparently decided to leave in the middle of the room. For the time being, at least. There was still a lot of unpacking to do, things to be moved, brought in and brought out. But for now, just for now, all Chuck wanted was to sit and relax with the man he called his boyfriend. That was, after all, the reason they were finding themselves in this situation anyhow.
Adam had been no more than seventeen years old when they met; all innocence and curiousness and... and a birth certificate that basically said 'HANDS OFF', as far as Chuck was concerned. Adam had been mature far beyond his age at the time, and once it became apparent that there was something more than a cashier/guy-who-needed-a-lot-of-coffee relationship between them, it'd been Adam who'd taken the first jump.
"You don't have any Sumatran coffees here, do you?" Chuck chanced, not sure why, even. He'd been ordering the same coffee from the same guy at the same time for six months straight. It wasn't like it was a strict routine or anything, Chuck was more than willing to change any part of it. Well... all but one.
"Uh, no, no we don't," Adam shook his head, shrugging as Chuck sighed softly. "But... but I know a good place that does," he suggested, voice lifting at the end, as if he wasn't making a statement, but asking a question. "I get off work at ten."
Chuck smiled softly as he let Adam push and pull at him, settling behind him with his legs spread around Chuck's hips, as Chuck leaned in to press his back against Adam's chest.
"You tired already, old man?" Adam prodded softly, wrapping one arm around Chuck's waist, as the other hand ran smoothly through Chuck's hair.
"'M not old," Chuck insisted, lips tugging into a smirk, despite himself. "And maybe I wouldn't be tired if someone had actually spent more time helping, and less time playing with the neighbor's dog," he accused playfully, earning a tight squeeze around his waist.
"It was a puppy, Chuck," Adam explained, as if that made it clear and obvious.
Chuck laughed softly as he leaned heavily against Adam's chest, feeling his boyfriend's hand slip up under his shirt, and along his stomach.
It was a familiar, comforting feeling by now. Chuck trusted Adam, and he knew that that trust ran both ways. They'd fallen in love, and with love had come, well... everything that comes with it. But it hadn't always been so easy. Not at first.
Chuck's back arched up off the couch, pressing into Adam's body as Adam leaned down to meet him halfway. His mouth tasted sweet, like the watermelon bubble gum he'd never leave the house without, and Chuck swallowed the taste as his tongue made it's way over Adam's lips.
"Wait," Chuck warned, turning his head away from Adam's, feeling a rush of lust run through him as Adam's mouth went to work on his neck, kissing, licking and biting softly at his throat, a turn-on Chuck had never really known he'd had until now.
"Mmm, why?" Adam questioned roughly, hands running down Chuck's sides, pinning him to the couch, before slipping down over Chuck's belt.
"No, Adam, no," Chuck insisted, moving to shift himself out from under Adam's weight.
"Whoa, hey," Adam's arms flew out to rest on the cushions at Chuck's sides, trapping him under him as he looked down at him with concern in his eyes. "Why, what... I thought you..."
"I..." Chuck swallowed deeply as he studied Adam's face, seeing too many negative emotions all balling into one heavy mask of hurt. "You're seventeen, Adam, that's... that's illegal," Chuck explained, letting the words come out as a physical hurdle between them. They'd talked about it before, and Chuck knew that as far as they were concerned, Adam was thirty years old, trapped in the (admittedly tempting) body of a seventeen year-old. He knew that they were getting serious, and that more likely than not, some day, maybe soon, they'd find themselves in this same situation, without putting up any stop signs. But none of that helped Chuck swallow the fear of feeling like the man who'd corrupted the boy who'd admittedly never been touched in his life.
"Your hands are cold," Chuck mused softly, melting into Adam's touch anyhow, as the really not-so-cold hand moved up his chest.
"Complaining?" Adam asked teasingly, running his fingers over Chuck's skin, hitting all the right places in the process.
"Mmm," Chuck smiled as he turned his head, catching Adam's mouth in a kiss. "Not at all," he insisted, letting his own hand run down the length of Adam's thigh, feeling his jeans warm under his palm.
Adam pulled Chuck tighter, shifting them closer, if that were even at all possible. It wasn't long before Adam was pulling at Chuck's shirt, tugging it up over his head, before letting it fall to the cushions of the couch that Adam was leaning against.
Chuck was grateful for the flames he'd sparked up in the fireplace in front of them, until he realized that they weren't even needed. Adam's warmth covered him entirely, as he wrapped both arms around him now, swallowing him up in an undeniable envelope of friendship, love and the thing Chuck had stopped fighting long ago... lust.
Chuck blinked against the light of the streetlamps, as he opened his front door, effectively silencing the constant knocking he'd had to drag himself out of bed for.
"Baby, what are you doing he--"
Adam stepped into the house immediately, pulling off his jacket in one quick and fluid motion, before pushing the door shut behind him.
Chuck stumbled backward, still balancing on the fine line between being awake and asleep, as Adam's body was on his within seconds.
"Mmm," Chuck moaned softly, a reaction of surprise mixed with unexpected desire. "Adam, how--"
"You look so damn good right now," Adam confessed roughly, eyes dark and questioning, as he pushed Chuck backwards through the house, hands on Chuck's hips, lips on his mouth, before Chuck felt his legs hit the edge of the couch.
"Whoa, Adam, what... what time is it?" Chuck mumbled the question around Adam's mouth, feeling his breath hitch as a hand made it's way over the front of his boxers, rubbing heavily at his still sleep-hardened cock.
"Midnight, Chuck," Adam answered darkly, wrapping the words in a tone that was dripping with an implication that Chuck didn't grasp.
"But, ah," Chuck's argument died as Adam pushed him down on the couch, laying over him, as he slipped his hand into the front of his boxers, wrapping around him tightly, long, slow strokes feeling like the outcome of every dirty fantasy Chuck had ever hoped for since he was fourteen.
"A-Adam, please, s-stop," Chuck forced himself to grind out the words, wincing as his hips involuntarily bucked up into Adam's hand. "I really can't--"
"Midnight, Chuck," Adam reminded, stopping to pull his own shirt up over his head, exposing an expanse of perfect skin that Chuck had been dreaming about touching for months. "My birthday," he explained finally, snapping Chuck's mind out of his sleep-induced stupidity.
"Fuck," Chuck stuttered, exhaling deeply as he realized what that meant.
"Eighteen is legal, baby," Adam reminded playfully, hooking his fingers into the waist of Chuck's boxers, dragging them over his hips as he licked his lips in a way that was downright obscene. "I want your hands on me."
"What are you doing?" Chuck laughed playfully, flinching away from Adam's teasing touches and kisses, which were tickling over his skin in a way that was making him squirm.
"Lovin' you," Adam answered simply, grinning brightly as Chuck tried to worm his way out of Adam's increasingly ticklish grasp. "Hey now," Adam warned, shifting suddenly to press Chuck flat against the carpet. "Not done with you yet," he lilted darkly, spreading Chuck's legs as he leaned between them, pressing a soft, slow kiss to Chuck's lips.
"What did you have in mind?" Chuck pressed, biting at his lower lip as Adam's hands wrapped around his wrists, pinning them against the floor above his head.
"New house, Chuck," Adam answered simply, shrugging almost carelessly before letting his eyes wash black with lust. "Gotta break it in."
"Welcome to Citesca, what can I... get... hey," Adam's words rambled off into a grin, as his eyes met Chuck's over the counter of the coffee shop.
"Good morning," Chuck greeted softly, words far too serious for their own good, despite the fact that he'd already said them as Adam slipped out of his bedroom earlier that day. "When's your break?" He asked point-blank, not bothering to hide the implications he let slip through with it.
Adam blushed slightly as he huffed in amusement, eyes going wide as he let them track the way Chuck was licking his lips. "Fourteen minutes," Adam answered finally, blushing even deeper now. "You know... ish," he added playfully, realizing too late that he sounded a little more than eager.
Chuck nodded slowly as he let his eyes wander over Adam's chest, which looked broader and stronger than it ever had before. And while Chuck had never really been an overly sexual person, since Adam's eighteenth birthday six days ago, he was sure his dick had been perpetually hard. Except, of course, for the few minutes of rest it got during the post-orgasmic bliss, after Chuck had gotten off in Adam's mouth.
"Well then," He started finally, lowering his voice as he leaned over the counter just slightly. "In fourteen minutes, I wanna see you out in the parking lot, making your way to my car as fast as you possibly can," he instructed seriously, feeling his heart rate pick up as Adam bit at his lower lip, making it red and swollen and wet and shiny and... fourteen minutes was a long goddamn time.
Chuck's breath hitched on a moan, as Adam's hands worked over Chuck's now naked body, mapping trails over his chest, down his sides, and one teasing, barely-there path along the stiffened shaft of his cock.
"Still tired?" Adam asked playfully, with a serious tone hiding just underneath. And Chuck knew it was an actual question, and that if he were to say yes, Adam would easily back off and bring him to bed, but... as sore as Chuck was, he could never say no to Adam's face.
"Never for you," Chuck answered honestly, spreading his legs wider as Adam's hand slid down between them, rubbing teasingly over his hole. "Tired of waiting for you to do something, though," he added smugly, feeling his face fall immediately as Adam's fingers spread him open, not pushing in, but just exposing him entirely.
"What do you want me to do, then, Chuck?" Adam asked distractedly, clearly already having a plan in mind anyhow, as he slid down Chuck's body, leaving soft, warm kisses down his skin, before pressing his mouth to the spot where Chuck was wide open for him.
"Ah, yes," Chuck moaned out his approval, wondering which god he'd pleased to deserve Adam's tounge up his ass for the first time in what was at least six full months.
Adam licked slowly as Chuck let his legs fall further apart, making more room for Adam to work with in the process of making him crumble to pieces.
"You like that?" Adam asked playfully, moving up Chuck's body as his hand replaced the warmth of his mouth.
"Mmm, fuck," Chuck growled out by way of reply, pressing his hips down against Adam's hand, praying he wouldn't make him verbally ask for more.
"God, you look so hot right now," Adam mused slowly, eyes raking over Chuck's body in a way that almost distracted Chuck of the way Adam was pressing one finger slowly inside of him.
Chuck let his eyes slip shut as he focused on the feeling, legs tensing slightly as Adam pressed a second finger inside him, reminding Chuck that the middle of their new living room floor was not their bedroom, and the coffee table was evidently not stocked with lube.
He had every intention of saying as much, opening his eyes to find that Adam was already a full step ahead of him.
"What?" Chuck laughed incredulously, questioning the bottle of lube that Adam was snapping open with one hand.
"Didn't you wonder why I left that box there?" Adam asked, tilting his head toward the box in question.
Chuck took a breath to reply, finding it caught wordlessly in his throat, as Adam let the cool lotion spill over Chuck's ass, coating Adam's fingers, and suddenly, two fingers wasn't enough anymore.
"Give me more, Adam," Chuck pleaded roughly, pulling Adam down over him into a kiss. Adam complied easily, slipping a third, and soon after, fourth finger inside him.
Chuck moaned deeply, feeling himself stretch wide and desperate, as Adam lost control, fucking Chuck hard and fast with his slicked up hand.
"Fuck, Adam," Chuck bucked his hips against Adam's hand, feeling his cock swell painfully hard between them. Adam took notice, and apparently, he liked it.
Chuck swallowed hard as Adam's mouth slid down over his cock, sucking him down as his fingers continued to thrust into his ass. It was almost too much, almost, but not quite, as Chuck felt himself falling quickly toward the edge.
"Please, A-Adam, I need--"
"I got you, baby," Adam drawled out playfully, voice dripping with the promise of filth and lust, as he sat up on his knees, between Chuck's legs.
Chuck watched with a low level of patience, as Adam fumbled one-handedly with his own belt for a minute, before pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock was stiff and swollen, sending a rush of heat through Chuck's body, as he watched Adam fumble with a condom.
"Just--" Chuck writhed against Adam's hand, needing something, anything, everything, until finally; he got it.
"You're so desperate, aren't you?" Adam asked softly, leaning over Chuck's body, as he pressed a kiss to his jaw. Chuck wanted to deny it, until he felt the head of Adam's cock press just above the spot where his fingers were still deep inside him. "Tell me what you want, baby," Adam lilted teasingly, words low in Chuck's ear, as he flexed his fingers inside him.
"Adam," Chuck growled low in his throat, hands scratching over Adam's back, as he tried to arch up into him.
"Tell me, Chuck," Adam insisted again, eyes blackened with lust, as Chuck whimpered under the pressure of needing to be fucked.
"I need it, Adam," Chuck warned, voice taking on a whining, desperate edge.
"Tell me!"
"I need you to fuck me, Adam!" Chuck cried out finally, writhing against the floor as he spread his legs further, willing Adam to slip inside. "Please, please, Adam, I need it," he begged shamelessly, words coming out on a sob.
"What do you need, huh?" Adam pressed, spreading his fingers in Chuck's ass as he did. "You want my cock?"
"Fuck yes, please, please Adam," Chuck broke entirely, sure there was nothing he was above begging for at this point.
Adam didn't take advantage of that for much longer, though, and Chuck inhaled sharply as he felt Adam's fingers be replaced with hard, throbbing cock.
"Are... are you sure you want t--"
"Chuck," Adam's voice was low and serious, shaking slightly on his trembling breath. "I'm ready for this," he insisted again, spreading one warm hand over the side of Chuck's face, as the other ran lightly down the heated flesh of his back.
"I know, but... but you don't have to do this for me, you know. I can wait a while longer, I swear I'm--"
"It's... it's taking my virginity, Chuck, not defusing a bomb, just... just relax, please," Adam requested softly, eyes pleading in a way that Chuck knew was about to break him.
"I just don't want you to think that I expect this from you, or tha--"
"Chuck," Adam growled again, bordering on threatening this time. "I... the... the whole point of holding out on giving it up is making sure that you've got the right person, isn't it? And I just... it's going to be you, Chuck. There's no doubt about that. Right now or a year from now, doesn't make any difference to either of us, so... so, really, do you want to wait a year when we can do this right now?"
Chuck felt a steady heat burn low in his body, as Adam pushed into him, harder each time. It was quick and rough and on the edge of painful. It was a throbbing, raw flame that Chuck couldn't get enough of, as Adam's skin became slicked with sweat, while Chuck's hands ran over it.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Adam sobbed out the words, sounding desperate and broken and for all the world like this was a fuck.
But no matter what it felt like, no matter what they said, Chuck knew that in a moment...
"I love you, Chuck," Adam panted against his neck. "So goddamn much."
Chuck closed his eyes as he took a sharp breath, feeling his entire body tense in warning, before he was coming dizzyingly hard between their bodies.
Adam followed closely, as he always did, biting at Chuck's shoulder as he pushed deep into him for one final time.
The moment was almost confusingly still after that, like walking on pavement after jumping on a trampoline, and Chuck struggled to steady his breathing as Adam did the same.
"I love you too, Adam," Chuck confirmed finally, words trembling on a breath that wasn't quite pulling in enough oxygen. He wanted to say it again, and again, and maybe once more, but there was no rush, he knew, because this was their house now.
-End?-